Jackson

For Richard Tipping Inhabiting this      art we're not seated      on a carved chair      regarding      through glass the sharked      polluted      eternal      ocean— We're the flensing edge      of any of a hundred      newly risen      teeth We're the cornea      of a boy bodysurfing      beside an      outlet pipe We're a blackened plank      floating around soaked      A message      without a… Read more

We came out of the op-shop with a fitted sheet, a packet of birthday cards and a cutlery drainer. We chose the white mesh cutlery drainer as a pen-holder for our desk. The sheet is red, for our latest bed. The cards are to send to those who expect a card and, more importantly, to… Read more

TOTALITARIANISM begins at home First published in Not Entirely Present Read more

A painting by Hokusai, the ragged tree curves out and over the water, dipping the tips of its long fingernails. Beneath its elegant gnarl, night rain has wet the riverbank. I can’t sit. I squat then stand. It’s hard to have a routine, walk, contemplate, what with children, friends, the weather, the screaming of power… Read more

On the bridge the laned cars queue like cells in a narrowed artery. Beneath all that the river: a broad mirror After rain as I walk beside the mirror I’m poor as an empty can left on an exiled mattress The path and I become more travelled       Our spaces open       Our stones loosen After rain       as the light… Read more